I dreamt of a place one day and felt it was dreaming of me.
It was on a mountain top,
You know the place –way beyond the clouds.
So real and yet so beautiful, how could it be real?
If I can just get there I say to the air, then all will be well.
Yet the mountain is formidable, unfathomable –unbelievable,
Steep climb, jagged rocks, and strange beasts perhaps.
I cower in fear and bury the beautiful place deep within my being.
Hardly worth dying for I say to the trees,
And Yet,
Perhaps I will just read about someone else going there or watch them on TV.
Perhaps I will Google them doing it on YouTube or Facebook,
That’s it!
If I cannot go I will watch someone there and try to feel what they feel,
And when I am old I will look back and try and remember what it felt like
Watching them there.
I dreamt of a place one day and I KNEW it was dreaming of me
“Where were you –it asked? I was expecting you and you did not come.
I beckoned to you and you did not answer.”
“I was afraid I replied – so I watched another do it on YouTube.”
“And were they not afraid as well?”
“I do not know,” I said. “I did not watch them climb the mountain.
I only know them from their Facebook page!”
Pictures, comments, laughter – and that was it!
I dreamt of a place one day and did not care whether it dreamt of me or not.
There was another place right behind it
And my cage was warm and cozy!
